Page 3 of Obeying Mr Kingsley

I mean his cock.

Good...okay, let’s carry on.

“Are those the rules we’re setting?”Mason smirked, gripping my finger to stop it, as if knowing I wasn’t the kind of girl to stop halfway.

He was right.

“I’m not a fan of rules,” I purred, the champagne pulsing through my veins making me bold.

Like I need encouragement.

I don’t.

“And I’m not a fan of the clothes covering your fun bits, but here we are.”Mason grinned, then spun me around, andmy god, I loved how he took control and led me to the dancefloor.

The alpha vibes rolling off him were so damn sexy I nearly obliged and removed said clothes.That is what a good personal assistant would do, right?

Jokes.

It’s safe to say I was very attracted to this man that night, and after three very sexy and erotic dances, the frustration in both our eyes was clear.

We couldn’t act on it.

My panties were wet, his erection was not even trying to hide itself, and we had a lot of alcohol in our systems tempting us to make a bad decision.

Thankfully, my experience back in London was fresh enough for me to mostly keep my head.

That didn’t stop Mason’s large, wonderful hands from gripping my hips, his hungry gaze on my mouth and roaming my body as he licked his lips and took in my breasts.

His groans in my ear told me that if we hadn’t signed an employment contract yesterday, I’d be going home with him and bent over his sofa.

Or fucking him in the bathroom.

I would have said yes to both happily.

If it weren’t for my situation.

Then, Sebastian proposed to Emily, and after celebrating, the happy couple left me with Mason, Colt, Zander and Drew.Soon after, Mason and I found ourselves alone.

“So,” I said provocatively, leaning against the bar, sipping a much-needed glass of water.

Mason handed his black card to the bartender and paid the bill.Dropping the pen after signing, he turned, mirrored my stance and his crystal-blue eyes slid down my body.

“If I didn’t need a PA so bad, I’d rip up that contract and f—”

I lifted my finger to his mouth and pressed.

His nostrils flared.

“Good night, Mason,” I purred, leaning in as my finger slid away.“I will see you on Monday.”

I knew exactly what would happen if I let it go any further.Oh, I wanted it to—my entire body was pulsing with the need for him to touch me and so much more.

Oh, god, so much more.

But I’d already lost my job because of a man and his cock—that’s a very summary version of what happened—so I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Unfortunately, thatgift horsewas Mason Kingsley.I needed the job he offered much more than what would unquestionably be the most incredible orgasm of my life.